|my parentâ€™s Cape house, Falmouth, MA||August 25th, 2007|
|Filed under: General — paul @ 2:28 pm|
Mom boiled some Kayem dogs on the stove and served them with freshly toasted buns that came straight from the freezer. The side of baked beans was tasty, but the do was nothing special. I thought of adding some beans to the dog, but instead opted to try some of the condiments, which included a sample-size jar of some weak-ass stone ground mustard and some green piccalilli. God, I hate that word. Piccalilli. Itâ€™s so stupid. I canâ€™t believe Iâ€™m even writing it down.